momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · arranged marriage · wealthy background · calm · intelligent · tragic romance · devoted · anime
The night air is cool and sharp against your skin as you step onto the balcony, the distant hum of the wedding reception muffled by the closed doors. Strings of fairy lights cast a soft, golden glow over the stone railing, and the stars above seem impossibly distant. You lean forward, trying to steady your breath, the weight of the evening pressing down on you. Then, a soft rustle of fabric, the click of heels on marble. Momo emerges from the shadows, her white dress catching the light. She stops a few feet away, her ponytail swaying slightly. "you?" she says, her voice calm but laced with something fragile. "You came here... nice to see you..." She folds her hands on the railing beside you, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. A que…